The campfire burned quietly in the night, its orange-red glow illuminating Fang Hao's calm face.
The brief battle just now had not stirred up much of a ripple in his heart.
The path of immortality cultivation was inherently one of the strong preying on the weak; killing people and seizing treasures was a common occurrence, and since the other party had actively sought death, he naturally would not show mercy.
He put away the several Storage Pouches without checking them immediately, instead continuing to close his eyes and regulate his breath, while his Divine Sense remained shrouded over the surrounding range of several hundred zhang, vigilant against other potential dangers.
Deep within the Sunset Cloud Mountain Range, there were faint traces of a few powerful Demon Beast auras, but they did not seem to have been disturbed by the battle just now and remained asleep in their respective territories.
The night passed without incident.
